This is a song about "The death girl"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Im staring death straight in the face

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

As long as there is the opposite of death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

They at the same spot they making no progress